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Sidney Sheldon’s
Angel of the Dark
TILLY BAGSHAWE
For my sister, Alice
His wings are gray and trailing,
Azrael, Angel of Death,
And yet the souls that Azrael brings
Across the dark and cold,
Look up beneath those folded wings,
And find them lined with gold.
—ROBERT GILBERT WELSH, “AZRAEL” (1917)
Table of Contents
Also by Sidney Sheldon and Tilly Bagshawe
CHAPTER ONE
LOS ANGELES
1996
HE GOT THE CALL AT AROUND nine p.m.
“Unit 8A73. Come in, please.”
“Yeah, this is 8A73.”
The patrolman yawned into the radio. It had been a long, boring night making the rounds in West Hollywood and he was ready for his bed. “What’s up?”
“We got a 911. Female. Hysterical.”
“Probably